errol miller
WAITING
Good with words I've stocked the pantry
with bacon and eggs and beer and wine
already my eyes imitate diamonds
look at my father's books
a detective in blue holding him down
lie to me and let me dream with you
I think it is a golden summer
back home in Alabama
the inertia of this place
pinning me to its casing
I'll be the first one to yell
wading in a pool of springtime blood
down the hallway a modified version
of sweet women in rusty beds
I do not care tonight
comes the memory of a family
why didn't I stay
somehow the rainbow I knew
disappearing into a madhouse
like years since I was guilty
eons of sweat to just fall apart.
